Dolce Far Niente
Overweighed by stresses and strains, like a wrecked ship, I move,
Yet, like a weighed-down donkey, burdens on me I approve;
I perform my work, like a worn-out machine, unthinking,
Preoccupied with cares, I've no time even for blinking...!
What do I expect from my life? I just do not reflect,
I run, together with the crowd, thoughtlessly and straight-necked;
Why, where, and when did I lose my sense of relaxation?
Why each moment, brings in psyche and physique, frustration...?
Where is, like those restless beasts, my - sweet doing nothing - gone?
Where's my mindful blissfulness, like birds leaving torn nests, flown?
Why, does paying heed to acts, in the present moment, fail?
Why does existence tumble, like trees in the storm and gale...!
I'm unable to breathe; I just hurry to drink the air;
I walk like stumbling; In my body functions I've no share;
Concentration gone; meditation marred; I agitate,
To absurdity and self-boredom, I have become bait...!
I should go back to my true self wherein I should enjoy,
Walking, talking, smiling, laughing, playing... like a schoolboy;
Relishing my tea, coffee, meat, pizza, burger, and cake,
Each moment dawns with exhilaration, like fresh daybreak...!
I should, like a simple child, stand in awe, before the sea,
I should feel astonished at the acts of each bird, and bee;
Every pond, lake, stream, river, sea, ocean, and waterfall,
Reverberate, in the shrine of my heart, the divine call...!!!
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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